Page 83 of Unbound

Hopefully me. More than once.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He snaps my belt into place. “Otherwise you’ll end up bent over the front of this thing.”

“I’m actually not opposed to that.” It’s a little tall, but I’m sure I could make it work. “At all.”

Walker grabs my face with one hand, his grip on my jaw firm but not rough. “No.”

I scoff. “But you just said⁠—”

“If you genuinely want me to fuck you across the surface of every item I own, I’m happy to oblige.” His thumb slides to stroke across my lower lip. “Later. Not this time.”

“I guess that’s fine.” I try to sound like I’m genuinely put out even though my lady parts are doing cartwheels over Walker stating his intent to dick me down more than once.

A slow smile curves Walker’s lips. “You are the only woman I know who would be put out over a man insisting on fucking her in a bed the first time.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Can we not talk about the other women you’ve known? Because I would really rather not spend all day tomorrow hunting each of them down so I can deactivate all their rewards cards.”

I don’t begrudge the other women who have been with Walker. I get it. I really do.

I’m still going to inconvenience them.

Walker curses under his breath, his hold on me tightening. “I like you being jealous over me, Snoopy.”

For a second I think he’s going to kiss me. That I’m going to get railed on a UTV after all.

But Walker proves he has way more self-control than I’ve ever possessed, dragging his hand off my face before stepping away to get behind the wheel.

He starts the engine and takes off way faster than he would normally drive, flying across the dirt as we cut through the trees back to his house. We pull in the garage and the door hasn’t even lowered before he’s unbuckling me and tugging me out. Then he’s suddenly bent in front of me and the world turns upside down.

Holy fuck, he’s carrying me into the house like a caveman.

I’m a little lightheaded as all the blood rushes to places it shouldn’t be, but this is still the single hottest moment of my entire life. Ten out of ten. Would recommend.

Maybe not the stairs part. They’re a little aggressive against my belly.

But Walker’s legs are long, his steps fast, and before I really have a chance to have any major problems with my position, he’s tipping me upright in a smooth motion that lands me flat on my back in the center of his mattress.

“I’m gonna give you two options.” He tugs off one of my shoes and tosses it over the edge of the mattress. “Option A⁠—”

“I pick option B.” I grab the hem of my shirt and start wiggling it up.

Walker angles a brow at me. “You don’t even know what option B is.”

“To be fair, I don’t know what option A is either.” I arch my back so I can get my shirt past my middle. “I stand by my decision.”

Walker chuckles. “You like to live on the edge, don’t you?”

“Not really.” I nearly strangle myself getting the shirt over my head, but eventually I get it loose. “But I know both options are going to be good, so I can’t really go wrong.”

He peels off one of my socks. “Sounds like you’ve got a lot of faith in me.”

I meet his gaze. “I do.”

It’s a simple answer. One that encompasses so much of how I feel about him. I do have faith in Walker. In just about every way there is.

I have faith that he’ll keep me safe. I have faith that he won’t lie to me or treat me badly. I have faith that I can rely on him. Trust him.

And it’s not because I trust people easily. It’s because he’s worthy of all that faith. More so than anyone I’ve ever met.